Showing posts with label Tamar River. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tamar River. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Two-Oh-Two Followers and Terrible Tassie: Day 2.
I thought I should mention I have 202 followers. I think the big jump to 200 happened while I was away in Tasmania. Over two hundred people following my blog, all I can say is wow!
Thank you guys, you are amazing!
Well my WIP is still being dominated by Valentina. That woman won’t let me pay attention to anyone else.
If I stay at all close to my original outline (and it isn’t looking likely) her part in my story is close to wrapping up. I kind of don’t think she’s going to sit back quietly and let me sideline her.
Speaking of sidelined, I haven’t posted anything more of my Tassie trip and I have so many piccies that I would love to share. It is impossible to do them justice in a single post so I thought I would post a few maybe once a week for a while.
That way none of us will get too bored and I won’t seem too much like Uncle Harry.
Day two in Tassie was all about coast.
We drove north from Launceston along the east bank of the Tamar River.
I took dozens of piccies here are just a few (as usual click on any of the photos to enlarge).
A sandy bay in the estuary
This looks across the river, the straight stone line in the fore ground looks to be a fish trap. 
They are scattered around the Australian coast, the idea is the fish swim in at high tide and get trapped as the tide goes out. On the mainland they are often very old and were usually built by Aboriginal people. But I can say with absolute certainty that if this is a fish trap it is not Aboriginal. Why?
I know because Tasmanian Aboriginals had a taboo on eating fish for thousands of years before European settlement. They ate shellfish, and other marine resources but considered scaly fish unfit to eat. If anyone knows why their descendants are not saying.
Near the river mouth is the 1835 Pilot Station.
The Tamar in general and Launceston in particular was an important port.
We stopped a while for a poke around and unsurprisingly I took photos.
Of nooks and crannies.
Of a Tassie local, Hakea flowers
and the old pilot’s jetty
Part of the Pilot Station is still in use as the Tamar is still a harbour.
This was the view from the café table where we had lunch.
A short run to low head where I took a few piccies of the Low Head Lighthouse
We headed east along the North Coast to Bridport, there you can find the remains of the Granite Point Jetty which burnt down in 1938.
Finally in the evening we hit the East Coast at St Helens
One last piccie, Deb contemplates the view at the seafood restaurant where we ate dinner.
Thank you guys, you are amazing!
Well my WIP is still being dominated by Valentina. That woman won’t let me pay attention to anyone else.
If I stay at all close to my original outline (and it isn’t looking likely) her part in my story is close to wrapping up. I kind of don’t think she’s going to sit back quietly and let me sideline her.
Speaking of sidelined, I haven’t posted anything more of my Tassie trip and I have so many piccies that I would love to share. It is impossible to do them justice in a single post so I thought I would post a few maybe once a week for a while.
That way none of us will get too bored and I won’t seem too much like Uncle Harry.
Day two in Tassie was all about coast.
We drove north from Launceston along the east bank of the Tamar River.
I took dozens of piccies here are just a few (as usual click on any of the photos to enlarge).
A sandy bay in the estuary
This looks across the river, the straight stone line in the fore ground looks to be a fish trap. 
They are scattered around the Australian coast, the idea is the fish swim in at high tide and get trapped as the tide goes out. On the mainland they are often very old and were usually built by Aboriginal people. But I can say with absolute certainty that if this is a fish trap it is not Aboriginal. Why?I know because Tasmanian Aboriginals had a taboo on eating fish for thousands of years before European settlement. They ate shellfish, and other marine resources but considered scaly fish unfit to eat. If anyone knows why their descendants are not saying.
Near the river mouth is the 1835 Pilot Station.
The Tamar in general and Launceston in particular was an important port.We stopped a while for a poke around and unsurprisingly I took photos.
Of nooks and crannies.
Of a Tassie local, Hakea flowers
and the old pilot’s jettyPart of the Pilot Station is still in use as the Tamar is still a harbour.
This was the view from the café table where we had lunch.
A short run to low head where I took a few piccies of the Low Head Lighthouse
We headed east along the North Coast to Bridport, there you can find the remains of the Granite Point Jetty which burnt down in 1938.
Finally in the evening we hit the East Coast at St Helens
One last piccie, Deb contemplates the view at the seafood restaurant where we ate dinner.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
A quick post tonight.
First and most important.
My daughters E and Io safely left Toowoomba today.
They drove south along the New England Highway to Armidale about five hours away in NSW. Their Grandma (my Mum) has made her way across to there and they are staying together for the night.
The roads North, East and West are still closed by flood-waters.
The New England Highway runs along the Great Dividing Range and although it was cut by floods in a few places it had cleared by this morning.
The only thing that made their trip slower than normal was police had checkpoints on some of the bridges that had been flooded. They were enforcing a 5 tonne limit on those bridges until Engineers have been able to check them for structural soundness. So there are definitely no trucks rolling on the highway.
The flood crisis in Queensland is very far from over, but at least I can breathe a little easier knowing my girls are headed in the direction of home.
Now on a cheerier note a few piccies from our first day in Tassie.
We flew into Launceston which is by Aussie standards very old having been founded in 1806.
These shops are typical of the buildings in the centre of town being from the late Nineteenth Century.
Running right through the centre of Launceston is the amazing Cascade Gorge.
At the top end of the town Launceston has taken advantage of the natural wonder on their doorstep by establishing a park at the Upper Basin.
This old suspension bridge crosses the top end of the gorge.
I thought these rocks silhouetted against the sky were worth capturing. 
At the bottom end the gorge flows into the Tamar River. 
The wrought iron King's Bridge spans the river here.
An old house falling into ruin that we happened to pass
North of Launceston the Tamar broadens into a wide estuary the only bridge crossing downstream of Launceston is the Tasman Suspension Bridge.
Now finally,
Over the past couple of weeks I have been a vey bad blogosphere citizen as I have absolutely failed to respond to any comments or visit many of your blogs.
In my defence of course I was away, and since I have been back we have been somewhat distracted by the QLD floods.
All I can say is I am most sorry and I will try to be less naughty over the coming weeks.
My daughters E and Io safely left Toowoomba today.
They drove south along the New England Highway to Armidale about five hours away in NSW. Their Grandma (my Mum) has made her way across to there and they are staying together for the night.
The roads North, East and West are still closed by flood-waters.
The New England Highway runs along the Great Dividing Range and although it was cut by floods in a few places it had cleared by this morning.
The only thing that made their trip slower than normal was police had checkpoints on some of the bridges that had been flooded. They were enforcing a 5 tonne limit on those bridges until Engineers have been able to check them for structural soundness. So there are definitely no trucks rolling on the highway.
The flood crisis in Queensland is very far from over, but at least I can breathe a little easier knowing my girls are headed in the direction of home.
Now on a cheerier note a few piccies from our first day in Tassie.
We flew into Launceston which is by Aussie standards very old having been founded in 1806.
These shops are typical of the buildings in the centre of town being from the late Nineteenth Century.Running right through the centre of Launceston is the amazing Cascade Gorge.
At the top end of the town Launceston has taken advantage of the natural wonder on their doorstep by establishing a park at the Upper Basin.
This old suspension bridge crosses the top end of the gorge.
I thought these rocks silhouetted against the sky were worth capturing. 
At the bottom end the gorge flows into the Tamar River. 
The wrought iron King's Bridge spans the river here.An old house falling into ruin that we happened to pass
North of Launceston the Tamar broadens into a wide estuary the only bridge crossing downstream of Launceston is the Tasman Suspension Bridge.
Now finally,Over the past couple of weeks I have been a vey bad blogosphere citizen as I have absolutely failed to respond to any comments or visit many of your blogs.
In my defence of course I was away, and since I have been back we have been somewhat distracted by the QLD floods.
All I can say is I am most sorry and I will try to be less naughty over the coming weeks.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Two From Tasmania
An almost record short post from me tonight.
Just so you know I am having a great holiday.
These are two piccies I have taken today, here in Tasmania.
The first is of an 1830s stone jetty at Low Head Pilot station on the Tamar River.
The second was taken at St Helen's Point in the evening, shame it is a bit cold for a dip.
Thanks everyone for their comments over the past couple of days. Internet connectivity here is just too bad to spend much time online. And as you can see there are other things to look at other than a netbook screen :-)
Just so you know I am having a great holiday.
These are two piccies I have taken today, here in Tasmania.
The first is of an 1830s stone jetty at Low Head Pilot station on the Tamar River.
The second was taken at St Helen's Point in the evening, shame it is a bit cold for a dip.
Thanks everyone for their comments over the past couple of days. Internet connectivity here is just too bad to spend much time online. And as you can see there are other things to look at other than a netbook screen :-)
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